We have a baby gate across the stairs to the basement. Since Othello was sick he thinks he can go poo on the cement floor in the basement. I was carrying my oatmeal and tea down to the computer room in the basement this morning.
Me: “Honey, could you please hold the gate for me?”
Hubby: “Sure.” Pause as I pass to start down the stairs. “As I push you and you fall down the stairs.” Hee! Hee!
I turned slowly on the stair to peer at him from slitted eyes.
Me: “Did you get some insurance on me that I don’t know about?”
He just giggled as he left the house.
He didn’t say no. I’m trying to decide if I should be worried. Perhaps he is getting along with Nicole* too well.
* New Readers: One of my gym instructors thinks my name is Nicole and I haven’t yet felt comfortable correcting her.
Yesterday in gym class I came running in late.
Instructor into headset: “Hey Nicole!”
Whole class turns to look at me. I looked up startled because I’m still not used to being addressed by Nicole but since the whole class is staring at me I just smile and wave. Great! Now the entire class thinks my name is Nicole. If I don’t do something soon pretty soon I’m just going to have to change my name. My life can be such a sitcom. If I was single I would suddenly meet the man of my dreams in the class and he would think I was Nicole. Years later he would look at my license and say “Why does your license say Junebug?”